| Firewater burnin' up his poor swollen glands
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| The Lysol and the Listerine, it went to his head
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| He eats boot black rotted on a piece of white bread
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| He did the pink, the Pink Elephant
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| Blinded by the sauce you know
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| I’d rather stay bent
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| I do the pink, the Pink Elephant
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| Blinded by the sauce you know
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| I’d rather stay bent
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| Sleazy P. Martini ran the pink elephant
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| With hot-pink curtains where the sloe gin decants
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| A shave and a haircut, knock knock
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| Would for sure get you in to see the Cherry Poppin' Daddies play
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| The lampshades were zebra skin
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| We did the pink, the Pink Elephant
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| Blinded by the sauce you know
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| I’d rather stay bent
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| We do the pink, the Pink Elephant
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| Blinded by the sauce you know
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| I’d rather stay, rather stay bent
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| Yeah yeah, I’d rather stay bent
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| My mouth is like a circus but I’m always in debt
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| I’d never pass the bar unless I thought it was wet
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| But that’s the way they sucker me to my final dissolve
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| But when they’re set’em up I’m drinkin’em down
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| I do the pink, the Pink Elephant
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| Blinded by the sauce you know
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| I’d rather stay bent
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| I do the pink, the Pink Elephant
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| Blinded by the sauce you know
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| I’d rather stay, I’d rather stay, I’d rather stay
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| I’d rather stay bent, I’d rather stay bent
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| Firewater burnin' up his poor swollen glands
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| The Lysol and the Listerine, it went to his head |